"Qiao An, are you satisfied?" Third Madam said sarcastically.
Qiao An said, "Not very."
Third Madam broke down and roared, "What else do you want?"
Qiao An said, "I want to return all the pain your son inflicted on me."
Third Madam said, "Enough. Haven't you caused him enough trouble? You're even now."
Qiao An's eyes were filled with a poisonous smile. "Even?"
Li Zecheng had pretended to be Li Xiaoran and tainted her love. She had yet to settle this score with him.
She also wanted him never to be with the woman he loved.
Qiao An suddenly picked up her phone and called Wei Xin.
Her voice was deliberately loud.
When Li Zecheng heard Wei Xin's voice, he could no longer come back to life. He shouted in exasperation, "Qiao An, are you done?"
Qiao An glanced at him and smiled slyly.
"Hubby, why are you angry? I just called to tell Miss Wei that you were injured and hospitalized at Jinghang Hospital."
